tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403388183176768562024-02-08T00:46:11.379-05:00Stupid Stuff is StupidA blog by future Ruler of Earth, Sceb the space chicken.Scebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02666083320949452835noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740338818317676856.post-64124037962397456892013-03-27T15:25:00.002-04:002013-03-27T15:36:46.156-04:00What's Up, Chumps?Hey, yeah, so I have this blog still. I totally forgot about it. Today I went online to FredtheMonkey.com to find a picture of Fred that I could attach to a dartboard and throw things at (darts, nails, really anything pointy) and saw my face there at the top and remembered this thing existed. So here I am, telling all you losers who have been stopping by every week for two years without any updates that you're really dumb for doing that.<br />
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Like, seriously, every week for two years? I think it's time to take a hint. And that hint is "I'm not updating this blog anymore you should get on with your life." Of course if you've been coming back so long it's pretty likely you don't have a life, so step one would be "Get a life." Here's a surefire way to do that:<br />
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A primer for hopeless idiots who have been showing up to this blog for two years waiting for an update.<br />
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1) Stop showing up to this blog waiting for updates.<br />
2) Buy a 3DS.<br />
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There you go, I fixed it for you. Now you don't have to wander the streets anymore contemplating if your life is meaningless without Stupid Stuff is Stupid updates. You'll have a nice shiny 3DS to keep your mind from having to struggle with deeper thought. That's why they exist, to distract us from bigger questions like why <i>we</i> exist. And now just talking about bigger questions have started me thinking about them so I'm going to stop talking and get back to numbing my brain with hours of Luigi's Mansion: Dark Moon.<br />
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<i>About the Author: Sceb the space chicken hasn't been here for two years and has no idea why this blog still manages to get several hits a day.</i>Scebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02666083320949452835noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740338818317676856.post-51703129604336089852011-12-05T07:52:00.001-05:002011-12-05T07:53:03.571-05:00It's December<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Well, it's finally December, and you know what that means. Time to get everything planned for the big day on the 25th! This year I'm going to capture Santa if it's the last thing I do.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I don't want to give too much away here, because I have suspicions that Old Fat Nick reads my blog, but let's just say when the tubby bearded man gets down the chimney this year he'll be TRAPPED like a BEAR, if you catch my drift.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">(I set up a bear trap.)</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">If that doesn't work, I've got a backup where I tranquilize the reindeer while he's downstairs and then chase him down on foot. The guy weights like 400 pounds. I'm sure I can outrun him. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">If you've got any good suggestions (please read keyword GOOD not stupid) let me know. I'll gladly steal them from you. You can consider it a Christmas gift to me if you want.</div>Scebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02666083320949452835noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740338818317676856.post-32504271377665370552011-10-23T21:22:00.000-04:002011-10-23T21:22:27.153-04:00It's Just Water In That Bottle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyvCg0pP0e-fowr97L55moCUzTsKInvqQKtjnc7eJqs654PJM6o9px8asd8fjnYkHVDZxbe17kj9ELcCajXzaAc10SiyRLBOesLe7GEga33tDOQYDxZ3l6b9ChPDxzMtsDlIVB4v7CpWUd/s1600/bottled_water.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyvCg0pP0e-fowr97L55moCUzTsKInvqQKtjnc7eJqs654PJM6o9px8asd8fjnYkHVDZxbe17kj9ELcCajXzaAc10SiyRLBOesLe7GEga33tDOQYDxZ3l6b9ChPDxzMtsDlIVB4v7CpWUd/s1600/bottled_water.png" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I can't believe you ignoramuses actually buy bottled water. Are you kidding me? You know you can go to the hose out back and get free water, right? And it's just like drinking out of a bottle except easier because the water comes to you instead of you having to pour it into your mouth. And it tastes better. Probably because garden hoses make water more delicious. It's a proven fact, look it up. You don't have to look it up, I just told you it was.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I'm going to start selling other free things and see how many idiots buy them. Hey, you like wind? Well, you're going to love my patented “Box 'o' Breeze” now just $24 a pop. It's like regular wind and not even better but it costs money now. So yeah! That's pretty awesome and you should buy some.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Even more ridiculous is this idea of FILTERED water they push now. Oh I'm sorry, is tap water that we've been drinking for 100 years suddenly not good enough? We don't give cows filtered water, and we eat them. We don't water vegetables with filtered water, they get it out of the sky (and then it goes down through DIRT!) So whatever is in the water is in us now anyway. No real reason I see to try and fight it.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I don't praise hippies very often, but the whole “one with nature” hullabaloo is one of the things they get right. That and not wearing shoes. Shoes are uncomfortable and stupid.</div>Scebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02666083320949452835noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740338818317676856.post-37219870791134146152011-09-16T15:48:00.000-04:002011-09-16T15:48:56.974-04:00What's The Word I'm Looking For?<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now that I’ve been doing this blog for a while, I realize that the word “stupid” might be losing some of it’s pizzazz because of how often I use it. Sure, I could put it in <b><span style="color: red;">BOLD RED TEXT</span></b> like Doritos might, but instead I thought I’d just learn a few new words that meant the same thing. And since I was at the mall yesterday, I stopped into the bookstore there to pick up a Thesaurus.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>Except a thesaurus was $19.99. </i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i> </i> </div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">What the biscuit kind of madness is this? Twenty dollars for a book filled with words? There’s not even a story or pictures! It’s just words! Not only that, but a little website called Thesaurus.com gives you the exact same thing <i>for free. </i>What kind of brain-dead numbskull would pay money for something they could get for free?!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Okay, so stop right there. I know you’re thinking “Sceb weren’t you going in to that store to buy a thesaurus?” Yeah, okay, but I thought it would be like a dollar. And I was already there and then I wouldn’t have to come home and turn on my computer and wait for it to load, yadda yadda yadda. I wouldn’t spend $20 on it, obviously. Except the fact that it was on the shelf for $20 means someone WOULD. Some dense, doltish, gullible, half-witted sluggard who is ruining it for the rest of us because if they refused to pay $20 then the store would have to cut the price down to a dollar and I could get one. How senseless. And also simpleminded, slow, and stolid.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">When I told my brother SC about it, he started going off about “the economy” this and “supporting bookstores” that. What moronic pointlessness. If they want me to support their precious published word, they shouldn’t have given me access to it FOR FREE beforehand. They should have charged me UP FRONT and given me no choice but to pay for it. That’s not my fault, that’s their own foolish, puerile decision. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">On a completely unrelated note, I expect you all to buy the upcoming FredtheMonkey.com DVD featuring all the old cartoons from 2003 – 2006. I’m going to use the money to buy a mechanical bull for the basement.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>ABOUT the AUTHOR: Sceb the space chicken is a world class expert at riding mechanical bulls. At least he would be if he could get enough money to buy one so he could practice.</i> </div>Scebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02666083320949452835noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740338818317676856.post-36889849452194505782011-08-29T11:20:00.000-04:002011-08-29T11:20:43.773-04:00Hey Buttheads, You Aren't Doing Your Jobs<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So, that little "followers" widget thing has been sitting at 33 for a really long time, I don't know if you noticed. I hope you <u>didn't</u> notice, because if you noticed and didn't DO anything about it, I should punch you in the face. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b>Here's how this works.</b> I write hilarious and mind-opening blog posts about stuff that is dumb and then YOU read the posts and laugh at how awesome they are and then tell <u>everyone you meet on the street</u> (yeah, homeless people might have internet access too) so that I get more followers than Fred has on Facebook. That's the deal here. I've been doing my part, and you all have been sucking.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Oh, yeah, I know what you're saying. "Sceb, you <i>haven't</i> been doing your part. You missed last week's update and everything." It's called QUALITY OVER QUANTITY, jerk face, look it up. It means it doesn't matter how many blog posts I write as long as they're the greatest thing since sliced bread. And they are. Anyone who says otherwise is wrong, and they probably smell. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">"But Sceb," you continue because you don't seem to have learned your lesson about talking back and you need more whippings, "doesn't quality over quantity apply to what we do too? Wouldn't you rather have fewer, more loyal followers than a bunch of random people?" No I wouldn't rather have that! Did you not read what I posted above? The point is to have more people than Fred! Not BETTER people than Fred. I already know I have better followers than Fred. I get tons of email saying how they're my biggest fan and would gladly help me take over the world just to let them know when! Fred gets, like, no emails like that. (Mostly because if I see any of those come into the inbox I delete them, but that's another story.)</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So help me help YOU. Help me. Help me help you help me. What do I need to do here to get you off your lazy butts and spreading news of <a href="http://stupidstuffisstupid.blogspot.com/">Stupid Stuff is Stupid</a> to every human being on earth? Write more? Reply to your idiotic comments like JKR tells me I should? Hand out cookies? <b>WHAT?!</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>ABOUT the AUTHOR: Sceb the space chicken is confused why you dimtwits aren't doing your part to take down Fred the Monkey's ego, and is convinced it isn't his own fault. </i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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Scebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02666083320949452835noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740338818317676856.post-12486188593516859002011-08-15T10:46:00.000-04:002011-08-15T10:46:45.837-04:00More like Soap on a Dope! <br />
<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I went to WalMart yesterday. I go there to stare at the greeters and make them uncomfortable. I just stand on the other side of the glass doors and look at them until they come over and ask if I need help and then I tell them “no” and go see if they've got any good sales on DS games. Anyway, on my way to the video games, which are in the back of the store by the way which is stupid because how many people go there to buy clothes? They put the clothes in the front of the store when everyone knows people go to WalMart to buy cheap, crappy electronics, so they really should put the games in the front so I don't have to walk as far. Jerks. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">What was I saying? Right, walking through WalMart. I was almost halfway there, and slightly out of breath, when I meandered past the Health and Beauty product section. There's a wealth of S.S.I.S. topics right there, but what was most odd was one aisle completely stocked with different colored bottles of soap. Yes, there is an entire ROW at the store with soap. Not a shelf. Not even a section of a row. THE WHOLE THING.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">What's worse is, there were a few people there buying some of the soap that was super expensive. I figured maybe they were blind so I'd do a good deed (really I just wanted to yell at them) and I went over and said “Excuse me, but I believe you're making a small error and I'd like to help you.”<br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Ha ha, yeah right, I actually said “Hey dummy, what the biscuit do you think you're doing?” (What am I, the Pope?) They looked at me funny and I showed them that the bottles of soap on the bottom shelf called “Value-wiz” were, like, half the price of the ones they were buying. They said something totally idiotic like “I like this brand better” or some garbage and walked away. I thought about drop kicking them in the butt, but I'm already on probation at WalMart from the last time I tipped over the $5 DVD bin looking for copies of Rush Hour 3 (aka the BEST Rush Hour). How else are you supposed to see what's at the bottom? It's not my fault they stock their DVDs like imbeciles.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Which brings me to my point today. Whoever thinks Rush Hour 1 or 2 was superior is clearly a moron. No, wait, that's not it. It's that soap is SOAP, by definition, and if you spend more because one bottle has a prettier label then you are completely stupid beyond belief.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Let's look at soap for a minute. The purpose of soap is to get things clean. If soap does not get something clean, it is NOT SOAP. It is something else that does not get things clean. So if you buy soap and it doesn't get things clean, then you just return it and say “Hey, crackpot, I bought this mysterious goo from your store and some dimwit filled the bottle with something that isn't soap. Give me twice my money back or I'll sue you into next week!” </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">And the idea that one soap could be better than another soap makes no sense. What is it going to do, get something MORE clean? THERE IS NO SUCH THING. If you have a clean car, you can't wash it again to get it MORE clean. If you can get it MORE clean do you know what it was after you washed it the first time? DIRTY. It was never clean. If the front of your SUV is shiny and waxed and the back is totally covered in mud, your SUV is not clean. So the idea that there is some super soap that makes things extra clean is asinine and idiotic. Especially when that super soap is like eight bucks a bottle. No sir, I'll stick with the regular soap that does the exact same thing for 99 cents, thank you very much. And while you're at it, throw in a copy of The Land Before Time 7 from that DVD bargain bin. They really knocked it out of the park with that sequel.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>ABOUT the AUTHOR: Sceb the space chicken is a famous life coach, and tries to save people money if they would stop being stupid idiots and just take his amazing advice. </i></div>Scebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02666083320949452835noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740338818317676856.post-79655826192386156572011-08-08T10:16:00.001-04:002011-08-08T10:19:07.861-04:00What is this I don't even<br />
<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Alright, when I started this blog I thought I might enjoy complaining about some odd things here and there that I came across. And yeah, it’s called Stupid Stuff is Stupid. But I had no idea that just a few weeks into this venture I’d come across something so mind-bogglingly DUMB that it would make my head hurt. Here’s the story.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">At our house Space Chicken keeps the scissors locked in a cabinet above the fridge, because at some point or another Fred found out that you shouldn’t run with scissors and said he was going to “stick it to the man” by running with them all he wanted. He got cut up a lot, but sadly didn’t impale himself or anything before SC took them all away. Anyway, now SC carries the key with him at all times and some days I get a new DS game when he isn’t home and have to wait for him to get back before I can open it. Those plastic seals are a pain in the butt when you don’t have fingernails. Or fingers.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">So I decided to get a pair for myself secretly to keep in my desk where Fred wouldn’t find them. He went in my desk once, and let’s just say when he got out of the hospital three weeks later he could barely remember his name, let alone that I had drawers in my desk. I went down to Lowes Home Improvement Store, where I assumed they would have scissors since they have all sorts of things to cut other things with. (As a side note, it’s stupid that they no longer have the power tools plugged in at all times, it used to be a lot to fun to turn them all on and see who could cut through the garage doors first.)</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">You can imagine my delight when I found a bin full of cheap scissors for sale. You can also imagine my long, confused stare when I pulled this out of the bin:</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">So… what you might notice (as I did) is that these scissors are sealed in tear-proof plastic. There is also a plastic pull-tie on the handles. Plastic that you would, you know, need to cut off before use. Need to cut off… with… SCISSORS.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Yeah, that’s right. You need to USE the thing that is sealed in plastic to OPEN the thing that is sealed in plastic. So if you don’t already own a pair of scissors, you are SCREWED. You can never open them. Unless, I guess, you go buy a saw, which ironically are not wrapped in plastic. In fact, the dangerous multi-toothed saws have no protective measures on them at all. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I guess they’re concerned that someone might hurt themselves while removing the scissors from the large bin of scissors. At first this frustrates me, because as a competent individual who is unlikely to JAM HIS ARM into a vat of scissors to remove a pair, I would frankly like to see those people who are dumb enough to do that DO THAT. Maybe they’d learn a lesson when they removed their arm and found dozens of blades lodged in their flesh. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">But once that frustration passes, okay, I can see the safety issue there, sure. So then maybe DON’T STORE SCISSORS IN A GIANT BIN. Would it kill you to just hang them like you do the saws? Clearly you don’t fear people running over to the saw display and grinding their faces against the jagged edges. Though you probably should, and while we’re on the subject I think you should have a background check on anyone who buys a nail gun, because the other day Fred came home with one without any trouble. Thankfully he didn’t understand that you also needed an air compressor for it to work. (“That’s stupid,” he said, “air is free, I’m not going to pay for it just because it’s in a big metal container!”) The point is, there has to be some other solution than rendering the items you’re selling worthless without having first obtained the item you’re selling. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Maybe instead of making newly purchased scissors useless without previously purchased scissors to open them with, you could just put up a little sign that says “Hey morons, scissors are sharp.” Surely that will cover all the legal bases for when said morons cut themselves because they didn’t bother reading your sign. And if it doesn’t, well then the legal system is clearly broken and needs reworked. Signs that start with “Hey morons” should be a cover-all against lawsuits.<br />
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<i>ABOUT the AUTHOR: Sceb the space chicken is a licensed attorney at law specializing in how to protect yourself from stupid people. His law license may or may not be forged. </i></div>Scebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02666083320949452835noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740338818317676856.post-77690809611526361812011-08-01T10:39:00.000-04:002011-08-01T10:39:57.242-04:00Gotta HAND it to you, KERCHIEFS are stupid.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.battenburglace.com/handkerchief_Irish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://www.battenburglace.com/handkerchief_Irish.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">You know what doesn’t make a lot of sense? Handkerchiefs. For those of you who are young and don’t bother learning stuff thanks to the internet and Wikipedia so you don’t know what that is, a handkerchief is a small square of fabric that you keep in your pocket and functions like a permanent Kleenex. They don’t use them a whole lot anymore, except to look dapper and snooty when you get all dressed up. And even then, most of the time they’re FAKE handkerchiefs that are just there to make you look cooler than you really are. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">But ignoring the fact that we MAYBE have figured out how stupid handkerchiefs are <i>these</i> days, what kind of brain-dead imbecile EVER thought it was a good idea? So, let’s think about this. You are an upscale gentleman or proper lady. You feel a sneeze coming on. Quickly you remove your convenient handkerchief and delicately exhale boogers into the cloth. Then you <i>fold it up and put it back in your pocket. </i>Um… EWW?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">I understand that in “the old days” they didn’t know about things like germs. Heck, they used hacksaws as operating tools and probably didn’t bother washing them off before or afterward. But still, if you secrete some sort of slime from your body doesn’t it make sense that you <b>wouldn’t</b> then put that slime into your pocket? That’s like keeping your toenail clippings in jars. That’s weird.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Worse still is the fact that a chivalrous thing to do in these days of old was to OFFER your handkerchief to a woman who perhaps was tearing up over a play at the theater, or a puppy that had been run over by a horse and carriage. “Here my good lady,” you’d exclaim, handing over your disease filled snot rag, “do dry your tears and try not to worry.”</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Key words being <b>DISEASE FILLED SNOT RAG.</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now, I know what you’re thinking. “Sceb, we don’t really do that sort of thing anymore. Doesn’t that prove we’ve gotten less stupid?” No. No it doesn’t. Shut your stupid face. That we carry on this sick tradition by including handkerchief-like pocket squares in our tuxedo rentals proves that we’re still idiots and think that sort of practice was a good one. Well, that YOU people are idiots. I don’t rent tuxedos. I buy mine. From a little sweatshop in Canada that sells knockoffs. You’d be surprised how many people think Georgo Armanni is the proper way to spell that brand name.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Bonus fun fact: I had no idea that handkerchiefs was spelled that way until I wrote this post. I thought it was hankerchiffs. Learn something new every day. Something totally and completely useless and new.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>ABOUT the AUTHOR: Sceb the space chicken does not know what idiot invented disease filled snot rags that you keep in your pocket, but if he had to bet he'd say it was a grave-digger who needed more business but didn't want to out-right stab people.</i></div>Scebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02666083320949452835noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740338818317676856.post-33534843559781052752011-07-25T06:42:00.000-04:002011-07-25T06:42:51.204-04:00Traffic Part 2: The End of Traffic<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">So last week I talked about how stupid traffic was, and how it doesn’t make any sense why it should even happen. Let’s continue, shall we?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">For laughs, let’s say there ISN’T some son of a biscuit who starts rush hour every day on purpose. Let’s say that no one TRIES to make traffic during rush hour. Here’s what I don’t understand. What sort of team of raving lunatics designed the highway in a way that traffic could take place on its own?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Seriously, did they sit around and say to one another “Well, every single place in the WHOLE WORLD during the hours of 4PM – 6PM there is an unbelievable amount of traffic and everyone just sits there, but you know what? That’s surely won’t happen here! Just everywhere else on Earth!” Then they all heartily agree and drink ice tea while they count their money and copy and paste the design for the highway from some old highway they designed years ago. An old highway that has just as much traffic as this new one will, because they are idiots. I could do a better job myself, and I didn’t even go to school for it. Here’s my plan for a perfect road:</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">BAM. No traffic. There can’t be, because there’s no merge points or tunnels or toll booths or traffic lights. I just SOLVED TRAFFIC. Someone give me a trophy. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">“But Sceb,” I hear you lament, which is just a fancy word for ‘whine,’ “I live in a city where the road was already designed by someone who was not as smart or handsome as you, and traffic is a problem!” Well that sucks for you, huh? Maybe next time you’ll call me in to help BEFORE you make stupid choices. But I’m feeling pretty good today, what with just solving all future traffic for the world, so I’m going to help you out.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">If we look at the problem behind traffic, it’s, again, that the person in front of you isn’t moving forward. So really, all we have to do is solve that one thing. Here’s what I propose. Put a big huge sign over the road with the numbers 3, 2, 1, and word GO on it. Link them all through the magic of technology (like, over the internet or something) and have them light up all along the highway simultaneously. How it works is that the numbers light up in order 3, 2, 1, GO and when GO lights up everyone slams the accelerator pedal all the way down.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">BOOM. Solved. Since everyone is now going, the problem behind traffic is gone. No more stopping because the person in front of you is stopped. That person is now going.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">So there you go. I gave you the answers, now go out and fix it. If it isn’t fixed by this time next week, I’m going to be PISSED. Get off your lazy butts and fix it, you slugs. I’m not going to do <i>everything</i> for you.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>ABOUT the AUTHOR: Sceb the space chicken is an award-winning civil engineer (self proclaimed) who has so many solutions to stupid problems if only people would shut up and listen to him. </i> </div>Scebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02666083320949452835noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740338818317676856.post-80597749573241629352011-07-18T07:32:00.001-04:002011-07-18T07:33:40.376-04:00If You Own a Car, Read This. Now.<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">You know what’s really stupid? Traffic.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZv2pl3Th7kVOSrj1o7UE745PKgphWYzxytVGRwlrob9agwyvfeGDd20JXRLUuaFF2YFnEMp1zlDIRQz2k2W_q53S5xzWhyphenhyphenPInSmaJh8RrMj_XkxRGdnbymJLI7Qg9F5v70ZSOV8xXl308/s1600/crazy_traffic_jam.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZv2pl3Th7kVOSrj1o7UE745PKgphWYzxytVGRwlrob9agwyvfeGDd20JXRLUuaFF2YFnEMp1zlDIRQz2k2W_q53S5xzWhyphenhyphenPInSmaJh8RrMj_XkxRGdnbymJLI7Qg9F5v70ZSOV8xXl308/s1600/crazy_traffic_jam.png" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Why does traffic exist? Does anyone LIKE traffic? The answer is no. No one likes traffic. If you think you like traffic you’re probably confusing what I’m talking about with something else, like pet birds or springtime or something. Traffic is where you sit in a hot car for hours because the idiots in front of you won’t <u><i>MOVE OUT OF MY WAY.</i></u> Today I thought I’d take a look at a few aspects of just how stupid traffic is.<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">Now look, I’m not talking about the kind of traffic that happens when they close a road or some incompetent fathead decides to drive his car into another person’s car for kicks. I’m talking about the “naturally occurring” kind that happens every single stupid day. They call it “rush hour.” As if giving it a name somehow makes it acceptable. WELL IT DOESN’T. You could call it “Happy Puppy Fun Time” and it’s still a miserable nightmare that shouldn’t happen. <br />
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First, traffic should not take place. Ever. If the car is not moving in front of you, it is because the car in front of it is not moving. If the car in front of it is not moving, then it’s because the car in front of IT is not moving. And so on and so forth. But you know what? SOMEWHERE A CAR HAS TO BE MOVING. Far, far down the line there <i>are</i> moving cars. There have to be or you aren’t on a road, you’re in the parking lot of WalMart and don’t understand that the countless vehicles in front of you have no drivers because everyone is inside buying cheaply made clothing and crappy movies on DVD for $5 out of bins like a farm animal might eat from. And, to clarify, cars with no drivers do not go, just as an FYI. Unless you leave the parking break off, which is another stupid thing because why would you not just make the car be securely parked when it’s stopped and turned off and how was I supposed to know it would roll down that hill into that pond and kill all those geese? But that’s not the point. <br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">If somewhere there IS a car moving, then logic mandates that the car behind it would also be moving. And the car behind that one would also be moving. And somewhere, 20 miles back, the car I am in should be moving too since there are no cars in front of it NOT moving. That means that at some time during the beginning of rush hour some wise-cracking smart aleck decides to be the first one to stop moving. Well I have a message for that guy: I HATE YOU AND AM GOING TO PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE.<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;">You know what? I’m so fired up about this issue I can’t even contain it in one blog post. Next week I’m going to write “Traffic Sucks Part 2: Seriously, Traffic Really Sucks.” I’ll think it up while I’m no doubt sitting on the freeway tonight waiting for the imbecile in front of me to GO ALREADY. I know he can hear me honking, I’ve been holding the horn down for <i>20 minutes straight. </i><br />
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</i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>ABOUT the AUTHOR: Sceb the space chicken is really angry that stuff like traffic exists, and blames everyone else on the road because it sure isn’t HIS fault.</i></div>Scebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02666083320949452835noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740338818317676856.post-71414594357159758722011-07-04T13:40:00.000-04:002011-07-04T13:40:33.995-04:00WHAT THE STUPID BISCUIT IS THIS?<b>MY ADS ARE GONE!</b> I got an email from Google that said "We took away all your money because we wanted to" and now I can't make my million dollars from this blog! What the stupid crappy biscuit-eating scumbag blasted bugger booger biscuits!!!<br />
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Well that sucks! The heck with THIS! Why am I even doing a blog then?! Of all the crummy dag-gum lousy buttsniffing thundercatted leprocy-licking messed up evil garbage I've ever heard of!<br />
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Oh, right. I was supposed to get more fans that Fred. The money was a bonus. ... Okay. Well you people better get to following me then, because I just lost MILLIONS and I need cheered up! (Again, I assume millions. I don't know how much I had before they banned me. It was almost certainly at least two or three million dollars.)<br />
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You know, maybe this is a <i>good</i> thing. Here I was giving Google all kinds of ad space before, but now I've got ad space to spare and don't have to let those sons of biscuits have a single inch of it! Ha ha, suck on that you stupid giant dirtbag of a company! <b>That'll</b> show you not to mess with Sceb the space chicken: Future Leader of Earth! You don't get a free ride anymore! I can cut out the middle man and just run my OWN ads. Yeah, that's it. From now on I run an ad agency. Sceb's Ad Agency. For Not Losers Like Google.<br />
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If you'd like to advertise with SAAFNLLG, send me a check for a thousand dollars. Then I'll put up your ad here and suddenly you'll get a million hits, probably. <b>Guaranteed!</b> (No guarantees.) Best of all, we won't randomly ban you for no conceivable reason and act like idiots! No, we'll give you plenty of good reasons.<br />
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Then first act as Dictator of Earth is to crush Google under my boot. Specifically the person who banned me from my million dollars. You hear me, whoever you are? You're TOAST once I take over the Earth. Ha ha ha... <br />
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<i>ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Sceb the space chicken is not someone you want to mess with, Google. You guys are jerks and from now on Sceb is using Yahoo. Yahoo is still around, right?</i>Scebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02666083320949452835noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740338818317676856.post-71728253493513602762011-06-27T11:44:00.001-04:002011-06-27T11:44:34.557-04:00I already bought your stupid stuff, why ruin it?<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I’m not going to get into the habit of talking about things I like on this blog, but Doritos are awesome. Anyone who says otherwise is wrong. And don’t give me that “opinions can’t be wrong - they’re opinions” nonsense, because that’s just what people who are wrong say to try to be less wrong. Anyway, that’s all I’m going to say about the positives of Doritos. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">After polishing off the bag as I was laying there having trouble breathing I noticed they had stuff on the back. On the one side was stupid nutrition facts. Nutrition facts are stupid in their own right, but that’s another blog post, don’t get me started on nutrition facts. On the other side was the following text:</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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Is it Doritos brand or Cool Ranch brand? Make up your mind. And why did you put those words smaller than the others? Did you think we wouldn’t see them? Did you think it was a clever subtle way to subliminally tell us that Doritos are a brand? It’s not. You would have to be blind not to see that it says brand right there. You didn’t make it small enough if you wanted us to not read it. All you did was make it so it seemed like you were whispering “brand” halfway through the in-your-face propaganda telling me what to do and what I like. And that’s creepy. So to start off your little paragraph to me, you made me feel like you were a creepy crazy person who whispers words halfway through sentences. Like some sort of wild-eyed hobo beckoning from a dark alleyway. This is not going well so far.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I’m happy you put BALLISTIC in red type. Thank you. The word “ballistic” wasn’t extreme enough. By putting it in red you have sold me on just how incredible these chips are. Before I would have been like “Oh, the Doritos brand crunch is powerful!” but now I’m like “OH MY GOD WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE THANKS TO THE SUPREME POWER OF THE CRUNCH! DOOOOOOOOMED!” Thank you for also putting UNLEASHES in red. It wasn’t enough that you were being over the top with your verbiage there either. In red UNLEASHES means so much more to me. It strikes a chord in my very soul.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Also, an explosion of cool ranch flavor in my mouth? Firstly, I thought it was Cool Ranch BRAND flavor, what happened to that? Or is the flavor not branded? I’m so confused. But more importantly, why do you think that telling me something is going to explode inside me is a good thing to tell me? Isn’t that the sort of thing you want to hide about your product if it does that? How many people go looking for products at the supermarket that might injure them with an internal detonation? You’re doing a bang up job of convincing me not to eat these things, first by scaring me off with dangerous red text and now talking about how flavor is likely to burst through the flesh of my cheeks as I try to provide nourishment to my body. Heaven forbid it actually makes it to my stomach, because who KNOWS what might happen then.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">More red words. Great. Maybe here it’s to distract you from the fact that what they just said is that <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Doritos are sentient beings.</i> It CALLS ITSELF DORITOS brand. So apparently this isn’t the product of a company, but rather a life force which demanded that humans package it up in foil bags and unleash (I’m sorry, UNLEASH) it into the homes of unsuspecting consumers so that it can BALLISTICALLY EXPLODE in their mouths. I must say, that is a superb plan for global domination, and I’m sorry I didn’t think of it first. Then again, I’m not a delicious snack-food alien.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Despite common sense telling me to stop reading this inane marketing trash way back at the second sentence on the bag, I decided to see what great Doritos brand experiences lay in store for me at snackstrongproductions.com. Oh what a fool I was. The “great” experiences that I was invited to be part of were video ads for movies, xbox, and- seriously, I’m not just making things up to be funny- a mental hospital. A BAD mental hospital, from the looks of it, that told me if I went there I was going to die. It was not great. It was not good. It was WATCHING ADVERTISEMENTS.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Doritos, if you weren’t so tasty I would probably never eat you again thanks to what you put on your packaging. But you are, so I will. Even though now I know you are actually intelligent monsters set out to kill us all. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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<i>ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Sceb the space chicken is a world famous connoisseur of snack foods and knows what's good and what's not. Anyone who disagrees with him is clearly wrong, whether they want to admit it or not.</i></div>Scebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02666083320949452835noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740338818317676856.post-69662466063250457842011-06-20T10:38:00.000-04:002011-06-20T10:38:09.110-04:00Free money is free. If you don't want it, I'll take yours.<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves/> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:DoNotPromoteQF/> <w:LidThemeOther>EN-US</w:LidThemeOther> <w:LidThemeAsian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:LidThemeComplexScript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> <w:SplitPgBreakAndParaMark/> <w:DontVertAlignCellWithSp/> <w:DontBreakConstrainedForcedTables/> <w:DontVertAlignInTxbx/> <w:Word11KerningPairs/> <w:CachedColBalance/> </w:Compatibility> <m:mathPr> <m:mathFont m:val="Cambria Math"/> <m:brkBin m:val="before"/> <m:brkBinSub m:val="--"/> <m:smallFrac m:val="off"/> <m:dispDef/> <m:lMargin m:val="0"/> <m:rMargin m:val="0"/> <m:defJc m:val="centerGroup"/> <m:wrapIndent m:val="1440"/> <m:intLim m:val="subSup"/> <m:naryLim m:val="undOvr"/> </m:mathPr></w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" DefUnhideWhenUsed="true"
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">You might notice that this blog is SWIMMING in ads. You might, after noticing this, begin to wonder why if FredtheMonkey.com is ad-free, this blog is not. And at that point you might need to sit down because you are winded from thinking so much.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Look, JKR is like a father to me, and bless his lunatic mind for giving me life. I can’t in good consciousness speak badly about the guy. But frankly, he’s an idiot. Thousands of people come visit that crummy website of his every single day, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">and he doesn’t bother capitalizing on it!</i> Which is why this blog post is titled “Why people who turn down free money are OUT OF THEIR MINDS.”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">If you have the opportunity to get free money and you don’t, what is wrong with you? Maybe you don’t understand how money works. I’ll explain it to you, because I’m a nice guy like that. You use money to buy stuff, like pizza and shoes. If you can get money for free, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">it is like getting pizza and shoes for free!</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">From what I understand, some people keep their websites ad-free as some sort of noble gesture because folks who browse the internet prefer not to be drowned in a sea of advertisements. That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard! If you’re making a website that people want to go to, then who cares what they think? They’re coming to your website already! Like you, who’s reading this now. You’re already here, so what do I care if you’re annoyed that I put up ads? I’m going to make a million dollars! (I actually don’t really understand how putting up ads gets you money, only that it does and I assume it will be roughly a million dollars.) Once I have my million dollars I can <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">pay</i> people to come to my website, so if you’re annoyed it doesn’t matter. In fact, you’re the one missing out at that point because you could be one of the saps I hired to come to my blog and post “Ho ho! Good show old bean! This web log is the best web log I’ve ever read!” in the comments section.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">My only issue is that they won’t let me put up MORE ads. Apparently you can’t swap the posting area and the ads in the sidebar to the right there. Think of how many more ads I could put in THIS spot! So, so many… And to be clear, I’m not selling out or anything. That will come later once Nike approaches me about endorsing their basketball shorts or something. Maybe Food Network will offer me my own line of cookware even though cooking for yourself is stupid because you can just go buy precooked food and microwave it. Oh and I’ll probably get my own cereal, and it’s going to be ENTIRELY those little marshmallows. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Scebby’s Charms or something. THEN I’ll be selling out! Mmm, yeah, that’ll be sweet… (Literally, considering the cereal will be 100% tiny little sugar rocks.)</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Long story short, you’d be a fool to put up your hands and say “No, I must decline your free buckets of cash because I have some stupid benevolent objection to small rectangles of text.” It’s free and it isn’t hurting anyone. In fact, maybe it’s helping people, because they see the ads and think “I WAS just wondering what happened to my old college roommate and wanted a way to stalk him/her” and click on the link. So really, I’m doing people a favor. I’m practically a SAINT.</div>Scebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02666083320949452835noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740338818317676856.post-85039888427352051492011-06-16T23:39:00.001-04:002011-06-16T23:43:58.501-04:00Blogs are stupid. Except this one.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJDDd4hmdfLimXOqHdj9IymnwMtmqvegmjLzZzuDo-pz9o6xr4PSX7SjD5yQ9lCP_v0qcbbJTAhax7bWqx_2gjNRDiRcM0Y0uton-IgfoC40yDDOryVfUhSEAM4vPdkUAq4n96_5e8yHM-/s1600/storyimage_scebblog.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJDDd4hmdfLimXOqHdj9IymnwMtmqvegmjLzZzuDo-pz9o6xr4PSX7SjD5yQ9lCP_v0qcbbJTAhax7bWqx_2gjNRDiRcM0Y0uton-IgfoC40yDDOryVfUhSEAM4vPdkUAq4n96_5e8yHM-/s1600/storyimage_scebblog.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Hey everybody, and welcome to my all new awesome blog, Stupid Stuff is Stupid.<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Now, I know what you’re thinking. <b>“Sceb! You’re totally above doing such commonplace things as blogging or tweeting or using public restrooms!”</b> That’s true, I AM above such things. But then I found out Fred ‘I’m an idiot’ the Monkey has this Facebook account whatchamacallit (which I’m not going to link to, and don’t go looking for it because he doesn’t need any more hits). I didn’t think it was right for him to have a place where it says how many fans he has and me NOT to have a place where it said I had even more fans. Because we all know I have more fans than he does. It’s just the internet or Google or whatever might not know unless I have a fan counter someplace that has a higher number than his. (By the way, become one of my followers on the right side of the screen there or you’re not my friend anymore and also are a jerk.)<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So what is “Stupid Stuff is Stupid”? It’s a blog, I would have thought you figured that out by now. <b>I SAID it was a blog in the first paragraph.</b> Did you skip right to the second paragraph or something? Idiot… Specifically it’s a blog written by me, Sceb the space chicken (that’s my picture up in the title image), about how stupid stupid stuff is. (Spoiler warning: Stupid stuff is stupid. But you should still come back and read my posts. Did you click the follow button yet? Just do it already.)<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The blog will be updated every single day that starts with the word “Monday” and each post will be about something that is stupid and just how stupid it is on a scale of One to Stupid.(My plan is to use the word stupid so many times that it loses all meaning to you. That will be <i>hilarious.</i> You know, <u>for me.</u>)<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Of course, if I don’t update the blog it’s because either I have more followers than Fred (the whole point of doing this blog) or because I didn’t feel like it. So don’t expect me to say another word to you after I get enough followers, or once I find something better to do. This is a temporary thing. I might get sick of it tomorrow. Heck, I might get sick of it halfway through this post! It’s already starting to get annoying. I must have been typing for three or four minutes at this point. What am I, Charles Dickens?<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Apparently you can leave comments on blogs. If you want to do that, knock yourself out. No, not like slang for “go ahead” I mean <i>literally knock yourself out for thinking of doing something so pointless. </i>Commenting on a BLOG? You don’t have anything better to do with your time? I’ll give you something better to do, make me a sandwich. Anyway, if you really do want to leave a comment I guess you can do that, but don’t expect me to reply or even read them. I get enough emails from you people for the Mailbag, I don’t need any more ways to interact with you all. We’ll get enough one on one time* after I take over the planet and you’re all my slaves.<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">*By one on one time, I mean you will be issued daily orders by me on giant TV screens that will be installed on every city block. Not “one on one time” like that we will be having tea together or some garbage.<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">PS. It would be completely idiotic for you to point out that my negative attitude towards everyone reading this blog is not a good way to get followers or blog readers, because we just discussed** that I’m not going to read your dumb comments.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">**By discussed, I mean I told you how it is and you sat and listened, like it should be.<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Anyway, welcome to the best blog on the internet, chumps.<br />
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<i><u>About the Author:</u> Sceb the space chicken is an award winning blog-maker who has more talent in his little finger than Fred the Monkey does in three Fred the Monkeys. Which is even more impressive considering Sceb doesn't have fingers. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Scebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02666083320949452835noreply@blogger.com17